The dust from the shattered white marble steps slowly dissipated in the strong wind that swept through the hall.
Before the main hall of the palace, the broken half of a giant black iron tree, dozens of meters long, resembled a deadly blade plunged into the earth.
It exudes a suffocating, chilling pressure.
And beside this broken piece of wood.
The incomparably noble Daimyo of the Land of Fire was now disheveled, his Pure Gold on his head long since shattered into pieces.
He crawled and tumbled out of the ruins like a lump of mud.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His forehead slammed wildly against the cold, hard slab of gravel, causing it to bleed profusely and his fat to jiggle.
"Great Emperor, spare me! Grandpa Senju, spare me!!"
The king was in tears, his wailing echoing mournfully inside and outside the palace; there was no trace of the dignity of a monarch left.
"I deserve to die! I was blind!"
"This is all a misunderstanding! It's all a bunch of old nobles who escaped Konoha bewitching me!"
The lord suddenly turned his head, stretched out his trembling, fat hand, and pointed at the few pro-war civil officials hiding behind the pillars of the main hall:
"It was them! It was these traitorous dogs who forced me to issue this imperial edict to hold them accountable!"
"Guards! Drag them out and behead them all! Confiscate their property and exterminate their entire clan!"
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
In order to save his dog's life from this living devil who could break a hundred-meter-tall tree in two with one hand.
This famous person has taken the art of shifting blame to the extreme.
Kenya, wearing flip-flops, wobbled across the scattered white marble pebbles.
He walked to the steps of the main hall and lightly kicked the broken piece of wood with his foot.
"Thump--!"
The dull, deafening crash, like the tolling of a bell, shook the beams and pillars of the main hall, causing another shower of dust to fall. The emperor was so frightened that his body convulsed violently, and he kowtowed even faster.
"Alright, stop breaking the floor tiles, they're getting on my nerves."
Kenya, with a white jade pipe between his teeth, reached into the deep pocket of his floral shorts and pulled out a thick, red-headed document that Kato Yosuke had prepared long ago.
"Clatter."
He casually tossed it onto the blood-stained mud in front of the daimyo.
"Brother Ming, as I just said, I'm a reasonable and civilized person."
Kenya exhaled a puff of green smoke, his tone lazy and casual:
"Since you believe the previous decrees were all a misunderstanding, then let's redefine the rules."
"Sign this 'Good Neighborly and Security Guarantee Agreement between the Land of Fire and the Senju Empire ' for me."
His name was as if he had been granted a pardon; his hands trembled as he picked up the scroll.
His gaze quickly swept over the three core, overbearing clauses above:
First, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire fully recognizes the legitimacy of the Senju Clan's supreme rule over Konoha, honoring Senju Kenya as the ' Sole Supreme Nation-Protecting Iron Fist Emperor,' and the Daimyo will never interfere in any of Konoha's internal affairs!
Second, immediately lift the freeze on all military funds allocated to Konoha, and from this day forward, the regular military funds allocated by the Daimyo Prefecture to Konoha each year will be doubled!
Third, all official palace repairs, water conservancy bridges, and defensive cities under the name of Daming Prefecture must be purchased exclusively from Iron Fist Heavy Industries Black Iron Wood, with the unit price set unilaterally and uniformly by the Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce!
Look at these three clauses.
Daming's heart is bleeding madly!
This is hardly a security agreement.
This is clearly taking advantage of the Senju Clan's power, treating the entire Land of Fire's treasury as their unlimited ATM!
Not only has the military budget doubled, but even infrastructure procurement has become a forced sale!
However.
Before the pain in Daming's eyes could fully surface...
Suddenly, Senju Kenya, who was standing in front of him, stretched out a large hand that gleamed with a dark gold luster.
He casually broke off a hard granite block, about the size of a fist, from a nearby cracked stone pillar.
"Click, click, click..."
Under the extremely slight kneading of the five fingers in the palm of the Kenya.
That incredibly hard granite was transformed into a fine, white ash, much like a lump of dried flour.
Kenya blew gently.
Stone dust filled the air, smearing Da Ming's face with it.
Daming shuddered, and the last trace of pain was instantly washed away by the instinct for survival!
If you run out of money, you can just collect taxes from ordinary people!
If I die, am I supposed to go to hell with billions of dollars from the national treasury to pay for the King of Hell's military expenses?!
"Sign! I will sign immediately!"
Fearing that Kenya might change his mind, Daimyo didn't even bother to look for the brush and inkpad beside him.
He suddenly bit his thumb until it bled!
Blood flowed freely as the treaty was pressed down hard at its very end!
Then, he scrambled back to the dragon throne, grabbed the Pure Gold Imperial Seal weighing dozens of kilograms, dipped it in blood, and slammed it heavily onto the seal!
"Great Emperor! Senju the Great!"
The daimyo held the supreme contract, covered in blood and bearing the national seal, high above his head, and knelt prostrate before Kenya's flip-flops.
His face was plastered with an almost obsequious, extremely ingratiating expression.
"From this day forward, Konoha is yours, and the Land of Fire is yours too!"
Your words are the law, your Iron Fist is the law!
"Anyone who dares to show the slightest disrespect to Konoha, I will be the first to lead my troops to raid their home!"
The daimyo loudly proclaimed his loyalty, practically begging to serve Kenya like a slave on the spot.
"Your Majesty! From now on, Konoha is in charge! We'll do whatever you say!!"
This groveling submission completely dumbfounded the remaining nobles and officials in the hall.
For thousands of years, it has held supreme power and authority.
Under those unreasonable, heavy iron fists, he was completely smashed into a loyal dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy!
Kenya, with his white jade pipe between his teeth, reached out and grabbed the thick, blood-stained treaty.
He looked down at the clearly visible Nine Dragons Golden Seal, and blew on the still-damp bloodstains with satisfaction.
"A wise man submits to circumstances, brother. Your level of understanding is far superior to that old man from the Third."
Kenya casually stuffed the treaty back into the pocket of his floral shorts.
However.
He did not turn and leave immediately as Daiming had expected.
Kenya stood at the entrance of the main hall, his sharp eyes slowly sweeping over the Golden Palace.
It landed deep within the back garden of the Daming Mansion, atop those ornately decorated and resplendent royal storehouses.
A mocking, cold smile, like that of a bandit invading a village, crept onto his lips once more.
They also managed to secure a sponsorship for building materials, Kenya returned home with a full load of goodies.